Панихида - Плачу и рыдаю - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

I cry and sob, I am always thinking of death, and there is a pound in the coffin lying in the image of God created by our beauty, disgrace, unclean, not having a species. About miracles! That this hedgehog about us is a mystery; what a dent of the smell of smell; how to get down to death; Truly God, as it was written, is also written, who was suppressed by the elderly rest.